Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.